Her Twisted Pleasures (18 page)

“You’re jealous? I don’t know why I went to him first. I was—I am—so mad that I acted without thinking.”

“Did you go there to fuck him?”

“No! But didn’t you want me to?”

“Is that what you wanted?

All those dreams you had were about him. You dreamt about Alex. Were you fucking him before I knew about it?”

“No! I never cheated on you —before.” I remembered the smile they’d shared at Holland Spencer’s party. Alex must have told Will about fucking me in the bathroom. “Alex told you everything and you… you enjoyed every minute of it. Did he tell you about the time he fucked me in your bed?”

Will rubbed his crotch and his wicked smile curled my toes. “He told me where to find the ripped sheets.”

I gasped and made a mental note to smack that asshole, if I ever saw him again. “Did he tell you about the night we got trapped in the bar?”

“He tied you up with the pool cue between your legs.

Damn, that was hot. I had to jack myself off before I saw you again.”

I closed my eyes and

pictured Will’s hands stuffed into his unzipped pants, stroking his own cock. My lower abs fluttered and my naked pussy dripped. “Did he tell you how he pinned me to his office window and fucked me against the glass?”

“That was the first time.” His eyes darkened and the bulge in his jeans shifted. “I was watching from the building across the street, listening on the speaker phone. You pretended you wanted to leave, but I knew you couldn’t wait to fuck him, slut.”

My hands shook and my fingers itched to slap him. “Tell me you liked it, you bastard.

Tell me you liked watching me spread my legs for your best friend.”

His eyes narrowed,

glittering in the shadows. A perverted smile twisted his face and his voice dropped to the low growl he used when aroused. “I loved it. I loved watching him fuck my dirty slut.”

A sharp sting ripped

through my fingers. I realized I’d slapped him when a red welt swelled on his cheek. “Oh.

My. God.”

Slapping Alex always made me wet. I expected him to piss me off, and even looked forward to it. Will, on the other hand, had never once made me this angry. He’d never aroused such violent passion.

The tingling in my fingers shot through my arm and exploded between my legs. I nearly came where I stood. “I’m sorry.” For what again?

He shook his head. “I deserved that.” He stepped toward me, fighting to contain his rage. “Now you tell me you liked giving him your cunt. No, you don’t have to tell me. He already did. You pretended to fight him, but you liked it when he roughed you up.”

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, dragging me against his body. “Does that turn you on?”

I gasped and grabbed his shirt, clinging to him. “Oh God, yes!” My nipples hardened and throbbed.

“Why?” His teeth nipped my throat.

“Fucking Alex was wrong, and I knew it, but I couldn’t stop.” I looked into Will’s hard eyes. “I wanted him to punish me. I needed it.”

His eyes softened for a split second. Then he snarled and crushed me against the wall.

“Unfaithful whore. I’ll punish you.”

His biting kiss took my breath away. Tasting blood from his broken lip fueled my lust. Fighting Alex had freed me from guilt, but fighting Will now allowed me to feel everything—anger, lust, pain, betrayal—passion in all its forms. I held nothing back—no need.

I bit his tongue and he jumped back, cursing me. He stumbled and I pushed him onto a chair, grabbing a handful of his hair while I straddled him and forced his face between my breasts.

He clamped his hands down on my hips, and bit my nipple through my bra as he ground his cock between my spread thighs.

Ah yes, this is what I wanted.

For the first time since I’d started fucking two men, I was in control. I had the power.

It was short-lived, as he pitched forward and knocked me off balance. I snagged his shirt and tore it open as we tumbled to the floor. We landed hard, and I rolled free and ran toward the couch, but he grabbed my collar and ripped my blouse off. I fell to my knees and braced myself on the cushion as he dropped behind me and yanked up my skirt.

His open palm stung my bare ass. “Fucking slut. Where are your panties?”

“I let Alex take them.”

Untrue, but a perverse need to piss-off Will consumed me. I’d never seen him lose control, and I wanted to see where stoking his anger would lead.

So many times, I’d been tempted to tell him about fucking Alex just to see what he would do. His calmness irritated me.

Why doesn’t he rage at me and storm out and slam the door?

My heart raced and my knees quivered, waiting for his next move. He grunted and unzipped his jeans, releasing a musky sweat that mingled with the heat from my wet pussy.

My hot juices dripped down my thighs. His big hand swung toward my ass, and I came when he spanked me, crying out as my skin turned warm and red.

I trembled and fell to the floor, rolling onto my back with my legs spread wide as he landed on top of me,

penetrating me with his hard cock. “Punish me, Will! Make me feel your pain.”

All that anger had to reach deeper than just my affair with Alex.

He slammed into me and I gasped.

“How could you let him…?”

He closed his eyes, fucking me as though he hated me—hard and angry, with pain much older and more twisted than our relationship.

I wrapped myself around him, holding him tight while I took his punishment. His body turned hot and I pulled his shirt off, scraping my fingernails down his back.

He hissed and pulled my hair. His fingers circled my neck, squeezing.

My breath came short and the room went dim. Spots flashed behind my eyes and —oh God—I could come so hard if Will just tightened his grip—

Don’t ever let anyone else do that to you. Not even Will.

The memory of Alex’s voice rattled my already quivering body.

Please, oh please. I begged and pleaded. I wanted to submit, to let Will take control.

I’d do anything—even give up Alex—if Will would just squeeze tighter.

It’s too dangerous.

Fuck!

I had to give up Alex. I had to give up Will. I had to give up everything holding me back and take control. No one else would protect me. I had to protect myself. I had the strength, if only I could find the courage to use it.

Gasping for breath, I knocked Will’s hand away.

“No.”

I shoved him off and rolled over, riding his cock while he groaned and swore. The woman-on-top position had never excited me, but tonight, with Will beneath me and Alex overcome, a surge of power set my senses ablaze. Electricity exploded through me,

showering my body with crackling, white-hot sparks. I felt Will come, and watching him surrender ignited the strength contained between my legs, jump-starting the confident woman I used to know.

I collapsed on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me while we caught our breath.

“Where the hell did that come from?” His words burned hot in my ear.

“Good question, but I have a better one. Why did you let me fuck Alex? He said you were trying to fix me.”

“I wasn’t trying to fix you.

Someone else.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “No, not her. Me.”

“I don’t understand.”

He looked into my eyes and stroked my hair. “I told you I loved you so many times, but I’m not sure I ever felt it.”

His admission explained a lot, but my stomach churned and I swallowed past the lump in my throat, forcing my question out. “Why?”

“A couple years ago I lived with a woman. I loved her, and wanted to marry her, but one day I came home early and caught her in bed with my partner. Never saw it coming. I should’ve been angry or hurt, but… I was turned on.” His voice cracked.

I leaned up on his chest to look at him. Guilt and pain flooded his eyes.

“I didn’t know what to do, so I left.”

“Did you talk to her about it? Ask her why?”

“No. I didn’t know how.”

His head hit the floor with a defeated thump. “I still don’t.”

Blood dripped from his lip again, and I wiped it off. “That’s going to leave a scar.”

“Yeah, it did.” Then he saw the blood on my thumb. “Oh, that. I deserved that too.” He kissed my fingertips and squeezed my hand. “I was supposed to protect you.”

“From what?”

“Alex and I set up all these rules. The only thing I had to do was make sure you didn’t get hurt.” His fingertips caressed my cheek. “I failed.”

“I can protect myself.”

His muscles tensed and his eyes flashed. “Not when you get involved with mobsters.

How did that happen?”

“What?” How had we gotten from cheating ex-girlfriends to the mob?

“Alex told me what you’re doing for Holland Spencer. I watched him in a meeting with mob bosses tonight. Did you know he was working with them?”

The room got hot and close.

My head spun and I grabbed Will’s shoulders for support.

“No, I… I knew he was using both the firm’s and clients’

money to make risky

investments. I saw names, but didn’t know they were…. Oh God.”

He helped me to my feet. “I gotta go after him.” He zipped his pants and grabbed his jacket.

“No.” I pulled my rumpled skirt in place and adjusted my bra, but my shredded blouse no longer covered me. “Alex is helping me.”

“What’s he doing?” Will’s eyebrow arched.

“He set up a meeting with someone… someone who can frighten Holland.”

He shook his head. “I’ll take care of Spencer. And his gangster friends.”

“Will, please.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the door. “It’s too dangerous.”

“It’s my job, darlin’.”

“Let Alex help you.”

His bleeding lip curled in a vicious snarl. “I don’t trust Alex anymore.”

“I do.” Those two statements changed everything. “I trust him more than I trust you.”

His lips made a firm line. He needed to feel something so I speared him again.

“You let me believe I was cheating on you. You kept it secret while I suffered. You lied to me.”

“I never….”

“Do you know what it feels like to find out the one person you trusted let you believe you’re a liar?”

He winced and staggered back against the wall, holding his hand to his stomach as if I’d shoved a knife into him. He could feel something now. “I wish I couldn’t. It’s killing me.”

“I love you, Will. Even when I was fucking Alex, I loved you.” I twisted the knife handle. “But I can’t be with a man I can’t trust.”

He steeled himself, fighting the pain. “I can change.”

He’d always been so strong, but I had to be stronger. “I believe you can, but until then, we can’t….” My words caught in my throat and tears stung my eyes. “Go home.”

He reached for me. “I need you. Please, Talia.”

I stepped back and shook my head, my hand clapped over my mouth to stop myself from begging him to stay.

How could I let him go?

How could I want him

back?

His empty hand fell to his side, and he nodded, resigned.

When he looked at me again, the cold, hard mask had moved back in place—his oncebeautiful blue eyes flat and

dead.

“I’ll see you around.” And then he left me.

I dropped to my knees and burst into tears, sobbing on the floor. The one man I’d dared to love had hurt me more than I’d ever thought possible. The man I used for lust loved me. They’d both used me for their own twisted pleasure without caring how it would end.

It ended with all three of us suffering.

Twisted Tryst

Avoiding Alex proved easy; he’d been scheduled to travel out of town for a few days, then appear in court. I had research deadlines and writing briefs.

Today, I dashed into the law library and literally ran into him.

“Whoa, baby, slow down.”

He grabbed my shoulders and steadied me. “What’s the rush?”

It felt so wrong—and so good—to be in his arms again.

“Sorry, I have work to do.” I stepped back and he let go of me.

“Yeah, me too.”

Neither of us moved. He smiled, but a hint of sadness shadowed his naughty charm.

Alex lowered his voice and moved closer. “I miss you.”

I looked around—force of habit. “I miss you too.”

“How are you?”

“Busy. I’ve been keeping busy, trying not to think too much.” Trying not to feel? Maybe Will had the right idea.

“How’s Will? Have you talked to him?”

“No, have you?”

“No. I left a message, but he hasn’t called back.” His shoulders slumped and he kicked at the floor.

“Wow. I can’t believe… you two were like brothers.”

He shrugged. “Things

change.”

“I’m sorry.” Why? They got themselves into this mess.

“I’m not.” Alex looked at me, his blue eyes troubled. “I’m sorry we hurt you, but I’ll never regret sleeping with you.” He slid his hand into my hair and stroked my cheek with his thumb.

After two weeks alone, my body hungered for male companionship, and I ignored my hesitation. “I still don’t understand why you did it.”

“Don’t you?” He lifted my chin and his gaze touched my lips.

I let him pull me close.

The library door opened, and we jumped back as if we’d been scorched. I ducked around a stack of bookshelves and beckoned him. “I know you wanted me. I wanted you too.”

He backed me against the rows of law books, his body kissing mine. “Our timing was always off.”

“Why didn’t one of you tell me? Maybe things would’ve turned out differently.”

Even in my darkest

moments, with my deepest guilt, I still loved having them both. One night, I’d dared to imagine having them together.

My fingers made circles on my slippery clit, and I came to the burning image of lying naked between my two men. It became my favorite fantasy.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but I thought Will should be the one to tell you.”

His gaze slid over my shoulder to the end of the row. “We can’t talk about this here.”

“Come over for dinner t o n i g h t . ” What am I doing—inviting him to a place where we’d be alone, two rooms away from my bed? Forget the bed; he’d fuck me on the kitchen floor if I let him.